America? No, it's the warp!

The tallest one banged on the car door. The driver rolled down the window, glanced at him, and also assumed he was one of the crippled gang members. He replied as before:

"This is a delivery truck delivering goods to the Blood Gang Leaf Specialty Store."

The tall, muscular Black man grinned, exchanged a glance with his underlings behind him, and said:

"That's perfect. We're from the Blood Gang, and we also sell leaf products. Give us all of these."

As they spoke, they rushed towards the car door, regardless of whether anyone agreed or not. The driver got out of the car to try and stop them, but was pushed to the ground by the tall black man.

The driver was a little dazed. He never expected that he would be robbed by the Blood Gang instead of his mortal enemy, the Crippled Gang, while he was delivering goods for the Blood Gang.

These black people were all big and burly, and he couldn't stop them. He could only subconsciously look at the bread truck a hundred meters away from the truck.

Logan had already gotten off the bus. He had gotten off when he heard the tall black man say that he was a member of the Bloods and that he still wanted to steal the goods.

There are too many doubts today.

The territory, which was already designated as Blood Gang territory according to the agreement, was still being used by members of the Crippled Gang for business.

The Crippled Gang's strange attitude towards the Blood Gang's truck, and the fact that the booster spots appearing on the street might not belong to the Crippled Gang.

And then, what finally appeared before them was that the Blood Gang was actually trying to rob their truck.

It was as if the muscles in Logan's arm jumped up and slapped him.

I can't figure out why; perhaps the answer lies with these people.

He drew his revolver, strode forward, and pulled the medal from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

He needed to use both force and his status to simultaneously subdue the six or seven black men surrounding the car door.

The revolver pressed against the tall black man's temple, the brass medal imprinted in the eyes of all the black men.

Logan said:

"Stop it, all of you! Don't you know this is a delivery truck for the Blood Gang?"

The tall Black man immediately raised his hands, as if afraid that if he was even a little slow, the revolver on his head would go off accidentally.

"Misunderstanding, sir, we're also from the Blood Gang!"

The other Black men dared not utter a sound; they knew both the firepower of the revolver and the origin of the medal.

Although it's unbelievable, the white man in front of him must be a high-ranking leader in the gang, and someone highly valued by the boss.

"People from the Blood Gang?"

Logan's revolver didn't move an inch.

"Then why are you still robbing? I bet it's some cripple in disguise!"

"It's not robbery, it's not robbery!"

The black man seemed a bit impatient.

"It's a loan first. We don't have much stock left. It's selling very quickly, so we thought we'd take some from here first."

"What a stupid reason! Do you think I'd believe that?"

Logan pressed the muzzle of his gun forward, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"It's true, everything I'm saying is true. We just set up the booster point in Bell Town today. The people here haven't had much experience with it before, so it's selling exceptionally well."

Moreover, the enhancer is a business of our Blood Gang, how could the Crippled Gang possibly have access to it?

You agree, right?

"Hmm, it sounds like you really are from the Blood Gang."

Logan put the revolver away.

"I encountered quite a few people from the 'Crippled Gang' who wanted to attack the trucks along the way, so caution was necessary."

The revolver was put away, but the Black men remembered the medal, and the leader's attitude became humble:

"Indeed, I was shocked when the boss told me to set the enhancement point in Bell Town."

We Blood Gang actually want to co-manage Bell Town with the Crippled Gang? I'm fed up with these ungrateful black bastards.

Fortunately, Pioneer Square now belongs entirely to our Blood Gang, and there won't be any more members of the Crippled Gang appearing.

It's connected, completely connected.

All the questions Logan had raised today have been answered.

Eddie's account of the peace agreement was false, or they later changed to a different agreement.

The Vanguard Square area remains unchanged, still entirely under the control of the Blood Gang, but the Bell Town area will be jointly governed by the Blood Gang and the Crippled Gang.

This explains why a region in Bell Town could simultaneously have a prostitute industry controlled by the Cripples and an enhancement agent industry controlled by the Bloods.

The Black people at those booster sites weren't wearing blue clothing to distinguish themselves from the lame gang.

However, they were not wearing any clothing with red elements, precisely to conceal this information.

The two gangs may have already formed a secret alliance. If that's the case, then Eddie has definitely realized that what the police department really needs to do is not to take down the Crippled Gang, but to take down all the gangs step by step.

Things are getting tricky.

"Although I think so too, the boss has his own reasons for making the arrangements, so we should just do our own jobs."

I still need to escort this batch of goods to the Yezi specialty store in Pioneer Square. I won't chat here any longer.

The other party was deliberately letting the attempt to rob their own gang's truck go, and the tall black man had no reason not to comply.

He immediately made way and watched the truck and Logan's bread van drive into Pioneer Square.

The two cars stopped in front of the Emerald Leaf specialty store.

The driver's attitude when he got out of the car was completely different from his attitude at the beginning.

One person could subdue six or seven black men; it wasn't just that revolver. The escort of this cargo held a high position within the Blood Gang.

"You've really worked hard."

The driver tried to strike up a conversation, but Logan waved him off:

"It's what I should do."

He went into the store, found Henry waiting anxiously in his office, and gave him a brief explanation.

There was no mention of the two gangs; these matters were irrelevant to him as manager.

The cargo escort mission was over, and on his way home, Logan called Stephen.

Good morning, Logan! Any news?

Logan's phone calls were never idle chatter; each one brought either a message or a report on his performance.

"There's something you need to be aware of: I encountered both the Blood Gang and the Crippled Gang in Bell Town, but there was no conflict between them."

Stephen quickly realized the key point.

"You mean the Crippled Gang and the Blood Gang might have formed an alliance?"

"Yes, I originally thought they were just negotiating, I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Stephen thought for a moment:

The police station has the mayor's strong support, while the Crippled Gang only has the Blood Gang, which is also a motley crew, to help them.

The government system and the clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

It was only then that he realized he had actually thought the gang could clashed with the authorities.

"Don't worry, Logan. Gangs are just lowlifes. Dealing with one is one thing, but we can easily take care of two."

"Gangs aren't that scary, but it's more efficient to focus on one at a time. With this alliance, Eddie won't directly clash with the police; he'll only help the Cripples in secret. So I suggest you don't target the Bloods openly; focus on taking down Teren first."

"You're right, creating unnecessary complications will only lead to more trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Logan's car arrived downstairs at his home.

Mission Completed: Supply Escort